Title: Simple to the Mind
Rating: G
Chapter: 2
Author: Ivy Leaves
Summary: Val gets hurt, Tyler saves her. But with the pain and thanks can romance surface among two friends who are growing up and learning life's not as easy as they thought?
Couples: V/T, a little C/J
A/N: I forgot to mention last time about the med talk. Metacarpals are hand bones, mandible is lower jawbone (chin), clavicle is breastbone (the bone in your upper chest, by your neck), and tibia is the main shinbone. A refibulator is that little heart-jump instrument I think, and laceration is kind of a cut.
Simple to the Mind
It was frightening, incredibly
frightening. Val was at the foot of the stairs, blond hair falling over a pale
face as she sat in unconsciousness. Her lower leg was bent at an odd angle, and
her chin was bleeding, soaking onto her EMT uniform. Evidently she had been on
her way to the station. Caitie was standing over her.
"She's going to be okay, right?"
screeched the girl. "Right?"
"Calm down." Jamie restrained her,
soothing the troubles with a soft voice Tyler hadn't heard him use before.
"She'll be fine. Just a fractured tibia." Caitie buried herself in his chest.
Jamie gently put his arms around her.
"Tyler?" asked Hank from his position
next to Val. "I think her heart got injured in the fall."
"What? That's not possible."
"She must have been scared or
something, because her heart's almost stopped. Where's the refib?"
"In the ambulance," answered Jamie,
still holding the dark headed Caitie tightly.
"Get it," ordered Tyler. No, Val was
not going to die if he could help it. He dropped to his knees and felt her
pulse. "It's faint, but it's there," he said desperately. "Maybe her heart
won't stop."
"You willing to take that chance?"
Jamie finally managed to get Caitie to
come get the refibulator with him, running off. Hank began to temp set Val's
leg as Tyler tried to wake her up.
"Come on, Val," he said softly. "I'm
here now. You can wake up."
Her eyes flickered. Tyler bit his lip
and started on her mandible bruise. It was pretty bad, but no bones appeared to
be broken. He felt her pulse again.
"Hank, we're losing her."
"Refib machine, coming through!"
Caitie helped Jamie carry the
refibulator and set it down.
"Clear!" No signal. "Clear!" No
signal. Her heart had stopped after all. Tyler fought back tears from blue
eyes. Hank saw him, Jamie saw him; Tyler didn't care. This was Val.
"Come on, Val," he whispered. "You can
make it. Come on."
"Clear!"
Jamie was the next to speak, and his
news wasn't morbid.
"We've got a signal."
Hank and Jamie slapped high fives;
Caitie hugged Jamie. It was apparently a new experience for the rebellious
teen. Tyler sat there, finding it a little overwhelming.
"Hey, blond kid. The one with the
refib in your hand. Football star," whispered Val, waking up. Tyler jumped.
"I hate you," he told her.
"And why is that?" she inquired.
"I hate you for getting hurt." Tyler
smiled through unshed tears.
"You're crying."
"It's dust."
"No, it's not." She wiped off a fallen
silver drop on his cheek.
"I know it's not. I'll see you at the
station tomorrow?"
"Expect anything else from me?"
"Never."
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